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Austin Reed Feb 2019
Wrapped to our wrist
Pinned on our walls
Dawn till dusk
Time is always present
Before we were born and after we die
It’s measured by memories, effort, split second decisions
It’s of the essence
Apparent to its incapable yearning to stop
It flies by.
Days we spent angry
Hours dreading our jobs
Regrets and what could haves
We’ll never get it back or be there like we once were
I could say enjoy today and take everyday one step at a time
Or I could be righteous to the ever longing tick
Why should I
With the time I took to write this is now gone
I’ll be tired once morning comes
But I did what I wanted to with my time
Choose your time wisely
Because forever is unkind
Nicky Feb 2019
Can you gently sense, another person's pain?
If you felt the depth, would it ever be the same?

Are you aware of how much they might hide?
Can you comprehend, the fragments that have died?

Do you try to listen, to the words that they don't speak?
Do you see their fight for freedom, and compassion that they seek?

Do you decipher, that vacant look in their eyes?
Do you justify your judgement then forget to question why?

The detail is the void and the truth is the lies
Often misunderstood, as is your look of clear surprise

If you walked those seven years, whilst wearing their shoes
The rain would fall hard, the sun you would lose

Would you find the strength to rise again every day?
Or would you stay locked inside , too afraid to say?
Seven years!
Colm Feb 2019
Leave me bare as the trees
Born as the flowers
And blue as the summer sky and then
Watch the falling leaves devour the sidewalk clean
Until the ending rain beings to freeze
And falls like feathers
Again and again
The January Lasts

A literal title
Ciel Feb 2019
I am sitting in the same bedroom I have had for the past 16 years,
staring at the same ceiling with glow in the dark stars plastered on it,
playing with the same ugly blanket my grandma gave me 7 years ago,
and hearing the same train whistles that used to drive me crazy.
Nothing around me has changed,
and yet I am homesick.
I am homesick not for a place,
but for a person.
I am homesick for the person I used to be,
or maybe for the person I will soon be.
Naya Jan 2019
Don’t grow old she said,
“keep your muscles tight and your figure small”
“..and have a little fun with the boys”

You see, your back will curve like the windy seaside road of Route One,
and your body will fall,
fall straight down to the depths of lost and unremarkable time.

But worst of all, your mind will play *****,
it will make you question everything you once knew so well,
it becomes your worst enemy.
Yet, you ironically don’t want it to slip away any further.

“Stay young, darling...” she said,
“..time is your own illusion, so pretend as if it is never there.”
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